A series of startled cries came from one corner of the tavern.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who had been chatting with the bartender, heard the commotion and glanced over.
In a corner of the tavern, a group of drinkers stood or sat around a small rectangular table, staring at a middle-aged man acting as the banker.
A dice cup sat on the table before the middle-aged man. The three dice inside showed two, three, and three.
Directly across from him sat a square-faced young man. It was July, and he wore a loose kimono and wooden clogs, with both hands resting on the table. Bundles of Beli were piled before him. Yoriichi gave them a rough estimate.
The Beli piled in front of the square-faced youth alone amounted to nearly a million.
It was merely a small gambling corner attached to a tavern, yet the stakes for dice were anything but small.
"Eleven wins in a row?"
"Isn't that cheating?"
A Marine carrying drinks to the gambling table subconsciously muttered this. He then glanced at the square-faced youth collecting his winnings, but the instant he saw the man's face, guilt filled his heart and he immediately apologized.
"Uh, sir, I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean it like that."
The reason for his apology was simple. The square-faced youth he had suspected of cheating had several horrifying scars on his face.
Two of those scars ran from his forehead, through both eyes, and down to his cheeks.
While gathering his money, the square-faced youth raised his head to sense his surroundings. Yet when he opened his eyes, there were only whites.
The square-faced youth who had won eleven rounds in a row was blind!
Seeing him like that, it was no wonder the Marine immediately took back his words. It was simply impossible to